Lefkada Landfall and Wooden Echoes of Rosi Heyerdahl

A nostalgic arrival in Lefkada brings memories of a lost boat, sights of hand-built wooden ships, and the unmistakable promise of fresh seafood in every coastal breeze.

After a stretch of serene seaside stops and salt-kissed coastlines, Lefkada welcomed me with something that stopped me cold: a magnificent wooden ship at the dock, its brightwork nearly ready for another season. Fresh varnish still catching the light, lines coiled with care. It reminded me—almost too much—of Rosi Heyerdahl. My boat. My island. My peace. Whether driving her across long stretches or lounging in my hammock, she was part of me for years. Letting go wasn’t easy.

Nearby, the fish traps floated in quiet formation—directly in view of the waterfront restaurants. The message? Clear. What you see is what you’ll eat. And probably very soon. It’s hard to beat that kind of freshness.

Later, the alleys of Lefkada’s old town offered the perfect place to walk off dinner. Painted shutters, tucked-away courtyards, and that gentle buzz of a town moving at its own pace. A different rhythm. A welcome one.

 

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